Powerglove

We found it entombed in the ground

For those who were left behind

There's whispers and rumours abound

We're waiting for some kind of sign

A word to the wise

From hell one will rise

Defending the skies

We wonder

Who will be our shield

Who will wield the powerglove

They've taken the fight into space

Now planets and missiles align

Survivors are hiding in caves

Still waiting for some kind of sign

Can't you see

Who will be our shield

Who will wield the powerglove